This is my second story so far. I'll appreciate any feedback or suggestions you can offer. Hope you enjoy thing.
Chapter one
England, 1893.
The maids screamed at the top of their voice, each making a mad scramble for the backdoor. Those who couldn't get to door fast enough, climbed the tables and raised their skirts. The whole kitchen was in commotion. Pots and pans laid scattered all over the floor as well as broken tea cups.
"Rats!" sqirmed the washing maid. The tiny creatures paid her no mind while they feasted on the pasteries abandoned on the floor. Some scurried to and fro in their haste to aviod being trambled on panicked maids.
The cook was far braver than anyone else, due to the fact that she had had to deal with the vermins on a daily bases when she lived at her parents farm. She kicked at them with her feet, clearing a path to the door. How could have so many rats have gotten into the kitchen all at once? And where were those lazy house cats when you needed them. Probably too scared of being out-maned and out numbered. She would have to get the rat catcher to handle this. As she neared the door, she was startled by the sound of a giggle in the midst of all the screaming. She paused mid-stride and listened. The sound seemed to be from the top shelves opposite her. Her eyes narrowed to slits. Of course, she should have guessed. There was only one explaination to this choas.
She stormed towards the shelf and swung it opened. Hidden inside was a little red haired boy. His giggling seized immediately as he met the eye of the cook. She scrowled and drew him out by the collar, ignoring his muffled protests as she pulled him to his feet and dragged him out of the kitchen, then headed towards the study room.
"Let go of me!" he protested and sqirmed.
"Let's see what excuse you come up with this time Peter. I'm sure your uncle will find it very entertaining."
"I didn't do anything! I didn't do anything! Let me go you flithy servant."
She gritted her teeth. If only he were her child, she would have spanked his buttom red. "We'll see about that!" She said as they got to the study room door. She knocked twice and waited for a response from within.
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